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She’d been so worried about her parents’ decision to keep her from her team--from Sara and Rafe--that she hadn’t really considered the possibility that theywith theer e one ed her e erased," the electronic voice announced in the dimly lit kitchen

What had she done? Did she really intend to keep so like this fro her head with conviction Of course she’d tell theht

Tomorrow She would definitely tell the, Violet ju a steadying breath, relieved when she saas only Rafe Part of her wanted to ignore talking to hiether, to bury her head in the sand and pretend he no longer existed But she knew she couldn’t do that It was probably best if she just faced hi, she picked it up "Hello?"

"V, I’lad you answered"

"Um, yeah, that’s what happens when you call someone" She hoped her voice wasn’t as shaky as she felt

"I have news," he breathed enthusiastically "We’ve got hi a step back

"Him The collector"

Violet fell limply onto one of the kitchen stools and watched as rain outside beaded and drizzled down the s And then, because she couldn’telse, she asked, "How?"

She could hear the unchecked emotion in his voice as his words rushed out "I saw hie warehouse, wrapped in a blanket She was much older than the others, but her nails were painted and her irls he’s killed before And she earing a locket Sarait home to me" There was a pause, a silence that Violet strained toward, her eyes expectant as she listened for his voice "Once I touched itoh "

Violet had never heard Rafe talk about his ability before, about how it really worked She tried to i a locket She was a "What was it like? What did you see, exactly?"